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With only a fan to circulate the night-hot
Texas air, with only a neighbor's wireless
and my USB adapter that constantly
drops and reconnects, with only a 6x9 PDF
template for self-publishing on Amazon,
there cannot be shaded benches at the Fountain,
there cannot be noon-time glances with nods
leading down the path to Rock Creek,
there cannot be red-lit rooms where names
are never exchanged, never whispered.
No, there cannot be many things
that were once - and maybe should be – paradigm.
There cannot be Saturday mornings
waiting for Nancy, just as there cannot be
Saturday nights waiting for almost anyone.
There cannot be the agitated “Doors are closing”
and there cannot be the five hundred feet
to the grocery store sans parking lot.
There can, however, be ambulances and IV bags,
multiple doctors appointments, hurricane repairs,
and there can be simple, children's card games
with the mother who can still remember your name.

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dcmarti1

I'm none to sure about the last games/name. Too close for the rest to be non-rhyming.

Maybe:

and there can be simple, children's games of cards
with the mother who can still remember your name.

Maybe?

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tonyv

Marti, this one is another favorite. There is too much good in this to start quoting.

The first twelve lines set a palpable mood to which I can relate. There are poems I've written that I'm loath to read, to revisit, but those are some of my favorite poems. Here's a link to a terrific article that better expresses the sentiments I'm trying to describe: Nostalgia's unexpected etymology explains why it can be so painful.

Tony


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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dcmarti1
7 hours ago, tonyv said:

Marti, this one is another favorite. There is too much good in this to start quoting.

The first twelve lines set a palpable mood to which I can relate. There are poems I've written that I'm loath to read, to revisit, but those are some of my favorite poems. Here's a link to a terrific article that better expresses the sentiments I'm trying to describe: Nostalgia's unexpected etymology explains why it can be so painful.

Tony

FASCINATING article! Thank you, AND thank you for reading.

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